I am completely sick of:

being poor
having crap hair
being overweight
being single
all the crap bits of my job
all my neighbours and their revolting cooking smells
most of my clothes

Yes, my holiday was amazing. A bit TOO amazing as I am still suffering chonic post-holiday blues. You don't say.

I guess it was bound to happen at some point: the Tunisian lives five minutes from me, in one of Spitalfield's most desirable streets (but with flatmates who know not of my existance so I am never allowed to visit). So I bumped into him on Sunday evening, with his mates, outside glamorous Costcutters on Whitechapel Road. I was struck by seeing him ( Read more... )

I've realised that on the fairly infrequent occasions that a male might fall for the charms of Le Rara they fall into two distinct categories. The first one are the sneakers. They start off with a few mandatory dates in nice bars and maybe a slap up meal or two but invariably descend into only ever calling on the wrong side of midnight, usually ( Read more... )

I blame Hilary Swank. There I was, unexpectedly staying in on a Friday evening - quelle horreur! - so I watched a DVD that I really don't remember ordering. It was some dire and faintly racist romcom set in New York and rural Ireland and shouldn't have made any emotional impact on me at all - in fact in my normal mood I don't think I would have got ( Read more... )

Lots of things happened in the last couple of weeks. It's obviously the season for being ditched - first my former friend on Facebook, then erm, the person who gave birth to me. (A very difficult breach one that she STILL reminds me about - and basically I've been difficult ever since). It's an indescribable feeling being dumped by one's own mater ( Read more... )

I've been silently dumped on Facebook. Not just defriended but actually blocked. Not by a bloke (chance would be a fine thing) but by a girl who I have been friends with for about 13 years. We've been through an awful lot in that time and now all she is to me is a little blue question mark. It seems she can't or won't approve of my friendship with ( Read more... )

'I didn't realise I was coming on a walk with the military and the mental' howled L, at what had to be a (fleeting) low point in an otherwise brilliant weekend ( Read more... )

It has, of course, been far too hot to be sitting inside blogging, but I am still alive and listening to the Madonna album WAY too much. I absolutely love it ( Read more... )

I have just been swimming. But no matter how skin-withering strong the council chlorine I am still feeling a little, shall we say, 'tainted'. The fact I am missing about 5 hours of my life from Friday night/Saturday morning is playing on my mind un peu ( Read more... )

What is WRONG with men? My adorable friend R has been dumped by some geek apparently because she 'likes the V&A and argues with people on trains'. Monstrous